Chapter 12

“I can’t believe you’re going to be with me all night long,” Sasha breathed. She was still aware of the butt plug, but had already gotten comfortable with it. “What about your husband?”

“He doesn’t mind...” Emma was kissing the insides of Sasha’s thighs. She suddenly sat up. “Or did you mean something else?”

“Not originally, but -- yeah, sure. Still.”

Emma thought for a moment. “I’d like that. It’s not his thing, but our anniversary is coming up. He won’t refuse me anything.”

Sasha smiled and ran her hand over Emma’s back. “Neither will I.”

“I know.” She bent and started kissing Sasha’s calves as Sasha reached down to caress her tight ass cheeks with one hand while the other sought -- and found -- her mail order pulsating vibrator and the lubricating gel. She had an idea forming. When her finger brushed Emma’s tiny anus and the lithe, petite woman moaned and arched her butt against the digit, Sasha’s idea became a certainty.

“Come up her, you slut,” Sasha crooned. “It’s your turn to get butt-plugged.”

Emma groaned in anticipation and moved in willing compliance.

Emma got home just after ten in the morning. The weather was unusually warm for late February and the two or three inches of accumulated snow was already melting into a large puddle that flashed blue-sky sunlight.

She’d purposely delayed returning, despite her eagerness to be with her beloved. If he’d been drinking the night before, he’d need a little time alone to come to terms with it.

And it was true: She was eager. Despite the splendid pleasures of the night before, the endless, self-indulgent satisfactions of her cravings for slippery sex with another woman -- Sasha, in particular -- she ached to be with her man. The ache was in her heart and her head and other points, farther south. It seemed that the more she was with anyone else, the more she wanted Jake.

She hesitated at the door and took a deep breath before she let herself in.

He was in the kitchen, drinking coffee from his favorite mug, a huge thing they’d found at a pottery fair two years before.

“Hello, wife,” he said. The New York Times was spread on the table next to a plate holding the surviving crumbs of a toasted English muffin. “Glad to see you.”

She grinned and felt the tears spilling down her face. She threw herself into his arms and held him as tightly as she could. “Goddam, but I love you!” she sobbed. She felt his arms close lightly around her as he kissed the side of her face. She calmed and finally slipped away to sit kitty-corner from him at the table.

“Well, what about last -- “ both began saying, and then stopped and laughed.

“You first,” she said, reaching for the coffee carafe.

“I wondered about you, went to the gym, pumped for a while, wondered about you, played some racquetball, wondered about you, swam some laps. Wondered about you. Came home, ate, wondered about you, tossed the keys in the safe, wondered about you, juggled the lock. Then I wondered about you. Then I had a drink and watched TV. Then I took a shower and went to sleep.”

Her eyebrows went up.

“Yeah, just the one. I really didn’t feel like more than that. Kind of surprised myself. But I remembered that it didn’t help my wondering about you or anything else, and the one taste was nice but -- “ He shrugged his broad shoulders. “It was all I wanted. ANother one sounded good till I said it out loud and didn’t believe it -- this time. Your turn.”

“Remember what I told you I wanted to do?”

He grinned, looked down into his crotch, nodded and said, “I sure enough do.” She half-rose to look down at the tent in his crotch, then sat again.

“Well, that and more.”

“Wow. I guess your sex drive is sated for a couple of days.”

“Are you kidding? I was sitting in a puddle all the way home, just thinking about what we better be doing ten minutes after I got here.”

He looked at his wristwatch. “That only gives us two minutes to get to the bedroom.”

She stood and began peeling off her clothes, which didn’t take long as she hadn’t bothered with underwear. She let the clothing lay where it fell and stepped naked to his side. She bent and unzipped his jeans, fished his cock out of his boxer shorts and straddled him. She began bending her knees, fitting the fat, flaring head of his cock into her swampy slit. The look of pleasure on his face sent a thunderclap of joy through her and they both groaned as she settled all the way down onto his big dick. His hands came up to cup her tight little ass cheeks as she began rocking on his prick. He ducked his head to suck on one lovely nipple and she felt the contractions already beginning in her cunt.